i feel a lil' hurt tonight. you look like a photograph of yourself taken from far, far away and i won't know what t d, and i won't know what t say except fuck you. th memories of us, us and still us just won't budge. i see you when i'm so perplexed. what was i thinking? what will i think of next? we used t stain my red roof tiles w our bodies where sweet nothings were smoked. there's a changing constellation of roles as we play, things that mattered th most t me don't matter anymore. i see an infected you and say nothing. th only thing i can think of saying is.. fuck you.